Damnation and Vengeance.

[Annicka]

Alexis drew in a shuddering breath as Grant touched her. That was funny in a way - touched her. TOUCHED HER. It felt more a clenched fist striking her low and deep. I'm sorry...

"I'm sorry too, Grant."

On so many levels.

Well, it was the time for whole truth or nothing. She certainly didn't have anything else to lose. Evidently her corruption has made him what he is now and no more than she deserved.

"I didn't tell you everything before Grant. I was, if you can believe one such as me, trying to protect you..." she swallowed and turned in the bath to face him. Dammit - no more tears!

"You heard the rest of the curse... that I'm to bear young. I'm totally yours - you have the ability to control me.

"Now, I'm pretty sure I'd do anything for you. I have to. But one thing.

"What I won't do is hurt the infant. Nor will I allow anyone else to. I've got enough left in me to protect it and I will. ...They ...cleaned my womb before I was cast out... maybe they were right to do it, but I will not lose another."

She watched him closely and put a finger to his lips when he would speak.

"The sergeant? The companion of Lashleigh? He has his own agenda. He wanted to fuck me - mix his spunk in my womb to corrupt me further. I won't allow that. I have my reasons for wanting vengeance against the Holy Seven that damned me, but it's going to be without this child being involved."

"He seeks to take the Glory - to show his boss exactly what ...class of demon he is. He wants your help as well as mine. Mine, I assume, to lure her. Yours ... to violate her."

She touched his face softly, her eyes showing the full force of her love and compassion for him, naked with her need to express that love.

"I love you Grant - God help me... and however it came about, I'm yours- to love or to hate, use or abuse. That's a part of the curse. It's my fault you are in this even though I tried not to make you a part of it... I guess I didn't try hard enough..."

She stood, wishing with all her heart that some good would, could come of this - but the stone lodged deep in her gut kept telling her there was no way.. no way.. no way.. to keep from hurting him more. The water slid down her body in driblets that caught the new days' light seeping through the bathroom window. Her body was pink with the heat and hectic red spots of emotion were visible on her cheeks.

He'd tasted the power and what mortal wouldn't crave more? A taste - so far only a taste of what it could do to a person. But there were virtuous here ...surely? Some could resist? Couldn't they?

But... if the truth be told - in the throes of her own lust - she couldn't see much virtue either - her lusty nature and yes, even now more corrupted with another demon's seed coating her ass.

"The mighty Glory - the second most powerful of the Angels, could end up killing you Grant. She could smite you like a bug and damn you forever as I am."

Christ, was he damned just for being with her? Good question. If she'd had time to think before being found... Dammit to hell.

"Now another has been brought to corruption.

"That wasn't me, Grant. You may not have known the significance of allowing Colonel Lashleigh to touch me - like you did... but you did that, that was you with the demon. You wanted me to pay right? That I watched you fucking her, that you gave my ass to that... thing" the word was sneered, "Have I paid for it yet?

Could she drive Lashleigh from his mind? She should have stayed to hear what was said in the kitchen. But would it have mattered?

Grant was what mattered.

"Well, Grant. How else must I pay?"

She stepped from the tub and brushed her wet body against him. "Tired after fucking ... ah ...Trisha, was it not?" Her eyes sparked with faceted light as she brushed against him again. Flushed again, this time with desire as she pressed her wet flesh against him before retreating a bit to watch him.

“Your new whore won’t ever be as ah... accomplished at it as me.”

She snickered, jealousy kicking in once more as she saw in her mind’s eye - them, fucking like dervishes.

Wouldn’t it feel good though? To have them both at her? Wallow in the lust. To have Grant use her and her use Lashleigh.

GODDAMIT.

How could she hope he’d resist the corruption? The temptation?


She’d never been able to.

"Use me, Grant."

 

[dryfter]

"Use me, Grant."

And there it was. The culmination of their supposed relationship. The master, and the pet that lived to serve, to keep him happy. How exactly they had come to this point was becoming clearer with each passing day. Today in particular had been enlightening, having heard both angel and demon side of the story.

He had wondered about where the Sergeant had gone to so suddenly. Alexis spoke with venom of how he had given him her ass to take for his pleasure, and yet as he racked his mind, he couldn't fathom when or where such a thing had actually occured. All he could recall in his mind's eye....was the brutal, delightful fucking of the colonel.....

Grant flinched slightly, even as the moist flesh of the fallen angel before him retreated to regard him, dark promise shining deep within her eyes....a promise to never be held second to any human bitch in heat that they might create.

Use me.

The words rang in his ears, and yet somehow, at least for now....it seemed wrong. Hadn't she done so much for him? And yet....she hadn't told him what she was....what their previous trysts would do to him. And now it was too late. Again, it was as if there were two sides of the same man, one begging him to throw this sullen little cunt to the floor and rape her holes until she screamed at the flood of his seed.

But for once, that was not the side that won out....

She waited for it, he knew. Waited for the moment when he would pin her against the bathroom wall and simply take what he wanted. But Grant had other plans.....he would take nothing from her......

Tender arms wrapped around Alexis, pulling her glistening wet body towards him once more. Just being near her was enough to bring his own arousal back to life, and yet it would remain ignored as long as he was able.

Delicate fingertips danced across the pearlescent skin of her back and shoulders, teasing for long moments before his lips descended upon her, darting smoothly into the hollow between neck and shoulder....a swift stroke of his tongue collecting enough of her taste to keep him satisfied for now.

His hands were hardly idle, yet gentle enough to send a message to her.....the woman.....the angel carrying his child. She would always be precious to him, and in moments like these......

He had to make her understand.

He could feel her shiver amidst her confusion, standing there as he slowly admired each perfect curve of her body. The flat of a palm slid gently down the flat of her stomach.....how long.....how long would it retain its perfection before the evidence of his using of her would begin to show?

He didn't stop there.....fingertips sliding lasciviously over the gentle rise of her venus mound, curling inward even as she gasped at the loving touch of her wanton sex.

He could feel her shudder slightly, trembling with each light stroking of her moist slit. Could hear her gasp as the first finger plunged into her long minutes later, when she thought she could take no more of this teasing....

First one....then another....wriggling inside her as he explored. He was close enough to feel the racing of her breath on his own bare skin.....could hear the pleading whimpers as she practically begged for release of any sort.

As she turned her pleading eyes to him, as if to beg him to ravish her now, in any way he saw fit, he saw those crystalline orbs widen as they followed his movements.....knees sagging gently as he lowered himself to her. For the second time in just days, Alexis could feel the heat of his lips on her dripping pussy, even as his fingers continued to explore her tight and gripping tunnel.

He would demand nothing this eve, he would give her what she needed with no price to pay.....

She deserved as much for what he had done.

 

[Annicka]

When she offered herself - she was bare not only in body but soul after she’d as much admitted she was corrupt and foul and the main reason he was on the path of damnation. She expected to be used.

Her confessions, while earnest, had still felt as though they wheezed out of her mouth like a foul and maculate draft from a stale cave. Prurient and fetid, the actual circumstances of her fall she revealed herself to him, expecting... if not deserving his worst.

Instead his eyes went soft.

Had he not heard her?

His hands were gentle as he pulled her against him, gliding over her shoulders and back as if he were caressing the finest silk. She quivered under his touch, shivering in his exploration of her flesh.

She felt his ...gentleness and ?...a desire to hold her in esteem?

Not a damn thing about this was sane. At least not as Alexis defined sanity. How long could one, even an Angel, tolerate being swung from pole to pole with these emotions. Days of dizzying highs and horrid lows, now Grant threw tenderness back at her - rendering gentle suasion by stroking her as a treasured lover would.

His hand slid over her belly and she could feel him wondering how long it would be before she would swell with the life within.

Then most thought was driven from her mind as he probed lower. It felt as if he left a trail one could see if you could look closely enough - an aura of his own.

She groaned deep in her chest when he touched her sex and blossomed under his hand, opening her legs and leaning into him. As a flower, she bloomed in his regard and his desire to give to her.

He was giving her ...her lust.

That she could give into her full sexuality - with the truth between them - she was more free now, in a sense, than she’d ever been.

She surrendered herself to him, not as she did before, expecting humiliation with each act that she’d be helpless to deny, but with more ...trust.

Alexis lost herself in the sensations he pulled from her. He maddened her with his insistent stroking and when she’d have begged to be taken, he thrust a finger, then two, deep inside her. Although he mimicked Lashleigh’s actions, she didn’t think to compare the two. This was Grant. His passion and desire and compassion made the earlier tryst with the redhead seem insignificant.

She clutched at him spasmodically, holding herself upright only by clinging to him. The fluid he coaxed from her vagina coated his fingers and hand, such was her excitement and his name became a low whispered litany.

She didn’t notice exactly when he knelt before her but the next thing she knew her hands were wound in his thick hair as he fed upon her, mouthing her clit and suckling with a tantalizing rhythmic heat in tandem with his thrusting hand. Her hips began to move and she opened herself as much as she could as she stood.

“Grannnnnnnnnnnntttttttttt..... OH God... Grannnnnnt.”

 

[dryfter]

He could feel it even now. As if another presence in his head demanded her complete and total submission, could feel it as easily as he felt her fingers wrapped tightly in his hair....as insistantly as the feeling of her hips as they ground against his mouth and face.

She's a whore.

She's MY whore.

Who cares about her? Just get on that cunt and ride her within an inch of her life.

Like I did with Trisha?

Yessssss....what a good little redheaded slave she turned out to be.....

No....I won't do that to Alexis.....I won't make her like that.

She already is.....

The conflicting emotions raged within him, yet for now, he held strong....pouring his attentions instead into bringing her steadily towards that all important moment her body sought. His name on her lips as she cried out drove him on, his tongue dancing across her swollen clit even as he kept his touch inside of her gentle and undemanding.

What would his aura look like if it were visible to her? Was it visible? He had no idea, just as he had no clue that what once had been a myriad of jovial blues and silvers now swirled dangerously with an equal amount of black, two forces in a constant struggle for control.....

Grant trembled softly, a soft shiver of desire rippling through his body and into hers even as her cries became more desperate. Yet he was determined....this time he would ask nothing of her. He could do this.....he could choke on his own lust.....

Take her. Throw her down and make her serve you. You're the master, she can't refuse you.

And how would that be any different from any other time I've had her?

Who needs different? She's a cunt, a nice little tunnel for sperm collecting, and she's more than capable of the job. She's a tool....you saw what she did to the colonel, she can do that to others too....you could have a whole harem!

She's special, there's something about the sadness in her eyes. If she's happy serving me, why does she look so sad all the time?

A long pause.....a rippling tremor as the woman beneath his tender mouth finally reached her breaking point.

Have you ever fucked a celebrity before? Someone you've always wanted but known you can't have? Now you can.....she.....is....a.....tool.

If the thinks herself as that.....then why does she cry?

Grant smiled tenderly as Alexis came, the battle won for now at least as the lovely angel before him offered him everything she had again...and again....her essence flowing freely, eagerly accepted as it coated his face and mouth. With a soft shiver of his own, he rode out the waves of her pleasure, stimulating her constantly in the hopes of prolonging her joy of release.

When it was all said and done, he rose once more, fingers slipping from her sopping sex. With that quirky smile that he'd always possessed, he looked into her eyes....finding them full of questions. Tomorrow would be another day, and another battle as he struggled to find just what she was to him. But for now....

"I'm tired....shall we retired for the evening?"

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her own before Alexis even had the chance to answer. Tongue slipping between such accepting willingness, her own unique flavor hung heavy between them as their tongues danced.

"You were right....my actions earlier have left me tired."

 

[Annicka]

Conscious thought and presence of mind didn't return to Alexis until she rode high once then again against Grant's insistent mouth. She came once and came again as he took in the tide of her orgasm and demanded more.

With a reluctance she'd not seen before he finally disengaged and stood and smiled a particularly endearing smile. "I'm tired....shall we retire for the evening?"

His mouth caught hers in mid nod and she tasted the essence of herself in his mouth.

”You were right... my actions earlier have left me tired.”

Breaking such a glorious kiss with a statement designed to remind her of the earlier part of the evening was cruel and if it had been anyone other than Grant she'd have slapped him... or burned him. Even her demon never treated her with such hurtful intent, mindful of her wrath.

But Grant didn't worry about her - he was totally convinced she wouldn't hurt him, couldn't hurt him.

"I'll be along in a moment," she said as she turned toward the sink. He slid past her towards the bedroom and she could have bet that he'd smack her ass on the way out.

They had to talk. Really talk.

Now wasn't the time obviously, for all her stamina and ability to heal, it'd been a long couple of days. She was tired. Being tossed about on waves so high then flung into deepest depths - in fact making so many journeys between the two, she'd also worked and prayed over and protected Grant as he lay ill. Incredible bouts of ...sex. She felt inhumanly tired - no, exhausted.

He lay sprawled out on his back asleep when she came in the bedroom but his sleep didn't appear easy. Before she slid beside him he'd curled up on his side then changed position again seemingly impatient to get more comfort from his slumber.

She curled around his back, a sleek leg resting over his thigh and breasts pressed against him. Alexis gathered him closer and crooned into his ear a soft angelic melody designed to soothe.

As she mouthed her soft song she thought of the good in this man and the havoc she'd created in his life. Did it have to be that way?

She thought and worried even as she helped deepen his rest, allowing him restorative sleep with little disturbance.

What if they fed the good instead of the corrupt? Could she make him see the good and want to embrace it? Couldn’t they have a good life here with each other and the baby? How good they could be together with the gifts she, well, they possessed? Would she even be able to put aside her hate and vengeance for that?

To keep him safe she could. To make him happy she would.

Anything was possible after seeing and feeling his intentions earlier. Giving her free reign to live her lust with no demands. He'd set aside his own wants for her. That was a start. They could be so much for each other. There could be joy.

And love.

They'd have to talk. She'd try to get him to listen to her. If he didn't, she was afraid for his life if not his soul.

She fell asleep and almost covered him in an effort to shield him as she slept.
.

 

[dryfter]

Love.

Such a disgusting emotion. So foolish. So terribly unpredictable.

She had refused him for the love of Grant....and her child. Grant.....the lecherous human she'd created. Loved him even as he gave himself to another, knowing that she would no longer be the only one to carry his spawn. The child....was another matter entirely.

He had underestimated a mother's love for her child.

Demothraxus grunted in annoyance. He had told the truth at least. Compared to the true game he played, the soul of one child was a pittance at best. And so now he was left to play out his schemes and deviations for the next nine months at least until the fallen bitch dropped her kid and was forced to reconsider his offer.

He didn't mind the wait.....if it weren't for the fact that time had a tendency to weigh on people.

Yet as time passed.....his machinations grew.....schemes within schemes.....until no mortal mind would have a prayer of seeing their way through such a convoluted maze of deception. He would have all he wanted....and more....

All he had to do was call in a millenia old marker.......

There was no guarantee that this plan of his would reach the level of fruition he would like to see......but either way......the nobility of the former angel, Alexis would be shattered beyond repair. Love itself would lose its definition beneath the wave of corruption he had sent her way......

It wouldn't be long now. And really....the pitiful little fallen had little chance indeed.

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Grant woke to complete and total bliss.....fully energized from a good night's sleep, only to find the object of his present desire wrapped provocatively around him. Reaching down.....he let the flat of his hand run smoothly up the shapely thigh she had wrapped about him. He could almost feel her heat pressed against him....

"Good morning to you too."

 

[Annicka]

Unlike Grant, Alexis didn't have a solid sleep. She wrestled in her dreams, trying even as she slept to come up with some argument that would convince Grant that it was dangerous to play with the demon and all this enticing corruption.

Alexis stretched and slitted her eyes against the bright room.

She felt him move against her, greeting her with an almost hearty morning greeting - well truth be told there wasn't much left of the morning. He seemed well-rested and his smile appeared to be genuine, clear and without rancor or snideness. A good sign, all in all she thought.

She smiled at him and curled closer, feeling his lighter mood and delighting in it. "Good morning. I hope you slept well."

Would he be seduced by Demothraxus and the powers he brought to bear? Could she... seduce him to the good? Doubtful. Seduction would be foul in any terms when used as a means to an end.

"Grant. We... ah... need to talk."

She slid up in the bed and sat with her arms around her knees. Her dark hair pooled and spilled across her back and shoulders, framing her face and making her eyes appear brilliantly colored in contrast.

"I'd like to talk, before anything else happens, anyone else comes, or we go anywhere or really, before we do anything more. It's important..." her voice trailed off. "Can we be serious and honest and ... I know.. I know.. honesty and me haven't been close friends lately, but it's really important, vital in fact."

"I need to show you some things and tell you what it means. And I need you to hear me out - totally... Please."

She slid off the bed with fluid grace and turned to address him, "Come," she beckoned for him to rise and stand before the mirror.

When he could see them both in the mirror - she cast the image of herself prior to being thrown down and damned. She let him see her full glory - Blond and pure and utterly beyond any mortal woman. Taller, full-bodied and unsullied.

"This is what I was."

She allowed herself to be seen as she was now - torn and broken winged, more slight, raven haired and sultry. Burned and broken. "Look at me, how I am now..." She knew he could see both, the Angel in the glass and the Fallen beside him.

"I... lost what I was... I lost my child, no, not lost.. it was ripped from me in punishment. I can't describe the pain. Nor can I describe the agony of my fall."

The apparation in the mirror winked out and Alexis moved back to the bed to sit and take a shaky breath. No tears.. just truth.

"It was pain beyond anything I can describe and it hurts still,"she looked back on her blackened and wasted wings.

"You've been changed by me, my fluids and blood. You have ... attributes over what a normal human possesses. You have more charisma, more beauty, more charm. More sex-appeal for wont of a better term."

She could feel him want to snicker. "No please, let me finish.."

Rubbing her forehead, trying to say it best, she paused, before lifting her chin and ...just saying it, "If you, no, if we continue - there isn't any way to save you. You will be damned. You will be dead and if for some reason, they keep you alive, you would wish yourself dead." She got up quickly and stood before him in a flash, taking his hands and trying to make him see.. make him understand that... He wasn't evil but he could act evil and hurt others.

"My curse caused me to love you, I didn't realize that would be part of it. My lust and corruption has worked on you in ways I didn't know were possible. But even in the midst of all my corruption and lust and need - I love you. It either was a by-product of the curse or by design - I guess it really doesn't matter. I KNOW you feel something for me, I felt it last night, I felt it deep in you.

"I'm asking you to fight it Grant. You are a good man. In spite of me. Fight the corruption.

"I ...will do as you ask, I must. But I'm asking you to... please... fight it for your own sake... and the sake of the child."

Her voice carried her utter conviction. She fought to stay clear-headed and as unemotional as she could be. No histrionics. No tears.

 

[dryfter]

What a morning this was turning out to be.....

For a brief moment, his greeting was acknowledged by a slight smile. His transgressions from the day before nearly forgotten for the moment. And then it all came rushing back....as that easy smile of hers slipped just a little, becoming much to lopsided to be real.

"Grant. We... ah... need to talk."

Those were not words he wanted to hear. Was she breaking up with him? He probably deserved it after fucking the hot little redhead right in front of her without a care in the world. Wait.....could she even break up with him? Were they ever really in a relationship that could be broken up in the first place?

Grant massaged his temples softly. It was way too early to be thinking about this shit.

"I'd like to talk, before anything else happens, anyone else comes, or we go anywhere or really, before we do anything more. It's important......Can we be serious and honest and ... I know.. I know.. honesty and me haven't been close friends lately, but it's really important, vital in fact."

Grant disagreed. Honesty hadn't been the problem recently, every bit of what she had told him had been true. It was what she hadn't said that had come back to bite him.....

Allowing himself to be led towards his own bedroom mirror, the young author gasped in surprise as Alexis unleashed her spell....his cock involuntarily hardening at the image in the looking glass. In truth, it looked nothing like the angel who had practically fallen into his lap just a few weeks ago....this woman.....this woman was inhumanly beautiful, confidant looking both in her mind, body, and sexuality. As the image faded, he was left to look at the shell that remained....all confidence gone, a broken angel left behind to beg and plead her way into his heart. Why was she showing him this?

"I... lost what I was... I lost my child, no, not lost.. it was ripped from me in punishment. I can't describe the pain. Nor can I describe the agony of my fall."


Again....talk of punishment.....one more harsh than any he could even think to levy upon her. What had she done to deserve this?

"It was pain beyond anything I can describe and it hurts still."

What was worse? The look of misery on her face as she recounted each and every curse as they damned her and cast her off.....or the soft trembling that increased slightly in intensity as Grant reached out to stroke the edges of one blackened wing, amazed at how soft and supple it seemed despite the grotesque edging that marked the broken and poorly healed bone structure. It was only the second time he had seen her like this.....he had almost forgotten.....

She hadn't been lying. She was what she said she was.

"My curse caused me to love you, I didn't realize that would be part of it. My lust and corruption has worked on you in ways I didn't know were possible. But even in the midst of all my corruption and lust and need - I love you. It either was a by-product of the curse or by design - I guess it really doesn't matter. I KNOW you feel something for me, I felt it last night, I felt it deep in you.

"I'm asking you to fight it Grant. You are a good man. In spite of me. Fight the corruption.

"I ...will do as you ask, I must. But I'm asking you to... please... fight it for your own sake... and the sake of the child."

So that was it. The purpose of this little talk. Try as she might, misery rose off of her like a tangible aura....Grant could practically taste it. With each passing day it seemed almost like he was becoming more and more attuned to her emotions if not her thoughts.....

Now would be the time he cast her off, discarding her in hatred for the completely unintentional corruption of what could very well be his soul. There was some bitterness there, yes.....bitterness at not having had a choice in the matter.....at not having been told before their little talk yesterday.

"Have I paid for it yet?

Her words from just that evening came back to him. He had done what he had done, and even now.....some of the darker parts of his soul had no regrets. This little pet of his had to be held accountable for some of the things she had kept from him.....

"Do you think its that easy?"

His words were soft, echoing solemnity and deep thought. From the looks of her though, he might as well have slapped Alexis' face.

"Wars are waged constantly. You know that, right? As an angel, you're charged to watch over humanity, even as we do our best to kill ourselves. Well then....you should know that fighting isn't always enough. Some battles are won, and others are lost as both sides struggle in search of a decisive victory."

Grant gave her a sad smile, proof that he hadn't meant his words in any callous way. In fact, this was sounding far too much like wisdom for his taste anyway.

"I know what you say is true.....so I'll share something with you as well. Last night....in the bathroom.....was a battleground. I could hear someone.....me.....telling myself to throw you to the ground and command you, to fuck you like the whore I sometimes believe you to be. You're a tool, and a powerful one, so why shouldn't I exploit you? I could live out my deepest and darkest fantasies."

He watched her....expressionless as she listened. Nervously, he began to pace.

"What do I do with this, Alexis? Even now, the thought of being close to you inflames me, and I'm not talking about my mind. Fight this how? Am I to live like a hermit for the rest of my days here with you, just so I don't encounter anyone of the opposite sex that might tempt me? And trust me love, here in Nevada.....temptation is everywhere."

A sardonic smile teased the corners of his lips.

"And what then would that mean for you? Those moments of weakness that are sure to occur? Am I to take my twisted fantasies out on you then? As long as we're being honest here.....my plan to take you into town today clothes shopping was only a half truth. I had every intention of taking you to all of the adult stores looking for lingerie and perhaps even a few costumes that might flatter your already incredibly hot body and make you even harder to resist. To tell the truth, I find it hard even now to rescind my order that you keep yourself naked in my house.....you're just too damn fine to look at to justify covering it all up with clothing."

Not to mention that you looked sexy as hell moaning and struggling softly as another woman pleasured you.

Grant wisely choked back that last bit, scowling to himself suddenly at the sudden intrusion of his thoughts. This was going to be difficult.....

He did love her....at least.....some part of him did. The part that felt ashamed and nauseous every time she cried over him and the callous things he'd done, as well as the things he didn't yet understand.

"Please....continue on. I didn't mean to interrupt with my ramblings."

 

[Annicka]

Untenable. A totally untenable situation.

Alexis listened as much to his words as his body language and facial expression. He realized what she'd done. No matter what, he held her responsible. Rightly so. She watched the see-saw of his thoughts. Perhaps with flawed logic - corruption did that, but he needed something that would make sense and be able to be justified within himself.

Didn't everyone?

"No I don't think it's easy. Goddam it take a good look at me. Does this look easy?" her anger flared for a moment. NO NO NO.. no anger. "You can exactly do that.. exploit me. Use me. I don't deserve better, do I? You can unleash all your dark fantasy on me."

"Look, there are options..." Alexis hadn't really thought through them, but they had them. "Part of me is selfish, horribly so. I'd love to keep us isolated and apart from temptation. Flee from any more corruption.

"You... we ... can do as you like - together.

"We can be as filthy and nasty to each other or you can be that to me... we don't have to bring others into what we make... we can get drunk on it, wallow in it, whatever degrading acts you'd want from me, I'd do. I want to. But we don't have to bring anyone else into the corruption. I'll dress how you want... do what ever you want...

"Or you can send me away. I'll go. And I'll try to erase any memory of me from you. You would still ... be as you are but without my constant corrupting influence. If you stayed away from Lashleigh and that demon, you may have a chance..." Did she really think that? Did she think she had enough power left? She could try. Akin to ripping out her heart, but if he asked her to she'd leave.

And he had a point. In this State it seemed - corruption was the rule not the exception.

"I was created. So you said - my purpose was to watch over humanity. I made my mistakes and am paying - and will continue to pay for eternity. But perhaps I have enough of that original purpose to try and not drag others into my ruin.. I swear if I could have known what I would cause you, I would never have came here. Never looked at you.

"But I did.

"Wars are waged and I lost my way. My job was to guard over humanity. The outcome of war isn't as important as the way in which it's achieved. War is not only a human endeavor. Because I want to have you spared - I'm not trying to save myself... I know I'm damned. I am selfish, but with you I can't be selfish.

"But don't you realize I don't want you to pay like I must? Dammit Grant, I don't want you hurt and forever damned and you will be. Corruption and feeding our lust feels so fucking good doesn't it? Dragging out youthful fantasies each more twisted and depraved than the last.. Sounds enticing? But the price you will pay will be beyond belief and more pain that you will want to live through. Trust me on that."

She drew a deep breath and continued, "I won't allow the child to be hurt. Ever.

"But anything else, you speak, command... I do. I'm ...grateful you listened, now... I will fit into whatever mold you wish and not cry or make you feel guilt if that is your desire." She thought for a moment, looking at him, his beautiful form, naked in the late morning light. "You can use me ... and feel no guilt and we can never speak of this again. She'd love to fuck him now.. no.. make love with him.. With all the grace and love she had that wasn't corrupt, to show him how they could be, but wouldn't that be just as wrong? This should be a clear-headed decision on his part. If that was possible.

"But it wouldn't be fair to you - not to warn you that if we add further association with the demon, I become more corrupt. My heart can be twisted and bent and I won't remember my purpose. Not even the little bit I have now... I won't remember it and I will revel in the corruption.

"And that corruption will be huge. Are you ready for that?"

She'd have to send the child away if that happened.

To keep it safe.

 

[dryfter]

"You're bluffing."

There was a sudden and profound pause in her speech.

"Hurting the child......you'd take an axe to it if I commanded you. Powers beyond either of our ken have mandated that you follow my every command, yet suddenly you claim ability to resist me."

There was no wickedness in his voice, no twist of evil, just determined calculation as he struggled with everything she laid out before him. That.....and the need to let her know.....he hadn't forgotten.

"Don't you remember the promise I made to you in the bathroom? Of how I would take responsibility for the child? It makes these warnings of yours sound rather hollow, doesn't it? Unless of course.....you think me incapable of keeping that promise."

He hoped he was wrong, such hope as what echoed mournfully in his eyes. He deserved this, this untintentional hurt she inflicted upon him. It was poetic justice for all the times he's inflicted the same pain on her.....

She was baring her soul before him practically. Inviting him to choose both their paths, light or dark, with the promise that she'd follow his decision no matter what he chose. And yet....how could he choose a path with both elements constantly at war inside of him? He had no doubts that there would be times when all he would want is to cuddle and carress.....to delight in the wonderful gift of her body, a gift that she still felt was a curse to both of them. Other times perhaps, he would seek vengeance yet....the curse being a very real thing.....

Which side was stronger? Was this really something he should play with? Perhaps he really should just cast her out.

No. Pregnant and alone, helpless in a world she's unfamiliar with? Grant....loved her more than that.

And with that realization came the desire to find a way to make this work. At the very least to not make things too taxing on her during the times of weakness he was sure to suffer from in the future. The worst part of it all would be resisting the temptation of others, if Alexis' words rang true. Even now, the thought of young, nubile, hard-bodied women all coming on to him with one purpose in mind sent a shiver down his spine.

Yet none of them would be able to hold a candle to Alexis as far as sheer sexual energy and beauty. So would accepting such an offer just be setting himself up for disappointment?

It certainly hadn't been with Lasheigh. A side of him still felt smug that he'd left the pixie faced redhead to pick up her clothes and leave, a belly full of seed, and a true desire to see it take hold inside of her. Maybe it was just the thought that if it did....he'd be seeing her again very soon.

Grant sighed.

"I want you to find a clean tee shirt and a pair of shorts that aren't too tight, Alexis. I still plan to take you into town today......and perhaps the desert wind will help me collect a few of my thoughts....."

 

[Annicka]

Before she moved to do his bidding she stared hard at him, reading his emotions on his face.

A change of scenery. It worried her, but as Grant was determined, so it would be.

She pulled open drawers until she found a pair of running shorts that would do and a teeshirt with some faded lettering. No shoes, but any minimart would have plastic thongs, really it was all the same to her. Alexis had put herself on autopilot as something that Grant said reverberated in her head..."Hurting the child......you'd take an axe to it if I commanded you. Powers beyond either of our ken have mandated that you follow my every command, yet suddenly you claim ability to resist me."

That wasn't true. With every fibre of her being she knew it wasn't. Were the seven that vengeful?

No. She couldn't hurt her child or allow anyone else to.

She pulled on the teeshirt and slid into the shorts and gathered her hair back to tie it with a shoestring she found on Grant's dresser. If she'd have looked into the mirror she'd realize that her breasts were clearly defined and nipples hard. Grant was broad chested but this shirt didn't seem as if could fit him. Perhaps a college remnant, it would explain the logo.

"Don't you remember the promise I made to you in the bathroom? Of how I would take responsibility for the child? It makes these warnings of yours sound rather hollow, doesn't it? Unless of course.....you think me incapable of keeping that promise," he'd said. It almost made her weep. She trusted the ...good Grant. But the other? She shook her head. They were in it. Cry foul all day and they were still in it. She did believe he wouldn't abandon her... at least.. the good Grant wouldn't.

She was bluffing?

No.

No, no... no. She remembered the horrible agony as the babe had been ripped from her womb. She hadn't been able to protect it from the Seven, but she could protect it from mortals.

All of the things she said to him and Demothraxus about the child and her willingness to do anything necessary to keep it safe... He dismissed it. She ran the water in the bathroom and brushed her teeth. It wasn't just air - she would do it, she vowed. Her last 'good' act on this earth perhaps. She met her own eyes in the mirror and the air fairly crackled with her emotion as she looked inward.

Her aura burst forth with more speed and conviction than ever since her fall and some of that light went inward curling around the ...zygote? No telling what it was ...exactly. Her unique physiology mixed with a mortal? Would gestation be different? This was new to her and frankly, she wasn't that old a being to know these things.

She did feel power running through her limbs and it was good.

But... Perhaps a bit of a bluff wouldn't hurt. Bluff, lie... whatever.

Her back straightened as she drew away from the mirror. In all things he could command... But... that he mentioned even as a rebuttal, a possibility of him commanding her to take an axe to this child... the deep corruption was at work. She was corrupt - becoming an artist at it... but Grant was new to it.

Alexis meekly followed Grant as they went outside.

"Grant?"

He turned at her voice and looked at her. She felt his eyes moving over her tits and down to the vee of his shorts, she could feel the heat from him across the 5 or so feet that seperated them. It had nothing to do with the desert and everything to do with them. She could even feel the answer heat of her own body and it was a struggle to keep focused...

"It took the Seven to cast me out." That was bunk. Gabriel could have easily done it... but they had come to an accord and each honed part of her curse. "I have still some power... and...

"I'm not bluffing."

She headnodded at a lizard sunning itself peacefully on a rock.

It burst apart as if by fusion, leaving a wisp of smoke behind to curl upward in the still air.

She looked back at him to make sure he understood.

He turned on his heel and led her to his vehicle.

As long as he didn't ask any more questions, she'd have to 'fess' up if he did. At least on the question about being cast out. She'd never admit to worrying that his hold might include the child.

Let him think that she was able to resist in the one area that counted most and that she wasn't some kind of carnival huckster trying to fleece him.


...And she fervently hoped it was true.

 

[dryfter]

If she had intended to send a message, it had certainly worked. Grant spent long moments staring at the place where a sand lizard had been sunning itself just seconds ago. Now....rock.....soil.....all stained with smoking chunks of gory flesh and bone.

What had he gotten himself into?

Popping the driver side door of his jeep open, he waited for her to slide into the passenger's seat before slamming it behind him and turning the ignition. Unlike Vegas, Reno was only a little under an hour away......

Dirt and gravel spun beneath the thickly grooved tires of his offroad vehicle as they took off, seeking the highway that would lead them to their destination.

As the dust cloud formed behind them, silence prevailed. These trips had always been calming for him, though now they seemed even more special. Glancing to his right, he could watch as the wind whipped her hair about her face and shoulders....giving her even more of a wild look to her.....it didn't help that he could practically feel the heat she was giving off.

With a soft bump the gravel was easily replaced by smoothly paved concrete and racing yellow lines. There was too much going on in his head to be concerned about something like that......or so he'd like to tell himself.

"You can exactly do that.. exploit me. Use me. I don't deserve better, do I? You can unleash all your dark fantasy on me."

Her words drifted back to him, teasing his already mounting arousal despite the cooling effect her recent show of power had breifly created. So perhaps she could defend herself on this one topic.....in all others she was his.

A surge of deviance raced through his mind, a response to her open threat before. Perhaps it was time to test his little pet.....made sure her promise was an honest one.

He could see her confusion as he pulled over suddenly at the side of the highway. Glancing in either direction, it wasn't unusual at this time of day to see the road empty save for the occasional passer by.

"Get out."

He mirrored her actions....sliding easily from the confines of the jeep and with much anticipation. They hadn't gone too far yet....certainly not far enough for the engine to put off any dangerous amounts of heat.

"Both hands on the hood of the car, Alexis. You promised to take care of my every fantasy, right? Well I've always wanted to enjoy a sexy little fucktoy right out here in the open....not knowing if someone might happen by and see us."

He reached for her.....giving a firm breast a gentle squeeze momentarily before reaching for the elastic band of her running shorts, lowering them to her knees all too easily. He could hear her gasp suddenly, tensing against the feel of his cock against her bare ass....sliding up and down her cheeks.....nudging the opening of her sex just briefly before continuing its path. The longer they stayed out here....the better the odds of getting caught.....

With a satisfied smile, he did more than nudge against her this time.....the thick head of his cock sliding in easily to tease further.....readying itself for the thrust he knew that by now......they both wanted......

 

[Annicka]

The sway and bumps of the gravel ended abruptly as they hit the hardtop and he increased his speed. Perhaps three quarters of a mile down the road he pulled over to the side.

“Get out.” Flatly stated, she complied.

”Both hands on the hood...”she did exactly as he asked with a pre-lubricated pussy and hardening nipples. He had his running shorts around her ankles in less time than it took to tell, and she ignored the baking pavement on her bare feet, eager to have him inside.

Traffic didn’t faze her... the thought that people may see them didn’t faze her, only the thought of passersby that may be inspired to stop and get up close was worrisome given their ability to... entice.

That too, soon didn’t faze her as he pushed in a tantalizing bit and stayed holding his thrust until she spread further and nudged back onto him.
Then he thrust and she was driven forward with more strength than she’d been anticipating and her knees hit the guard on the jeep, even the grip he maintained on her hips didn’t stop it.

Unmindful, she didn’t feel it as he filled her with his throbbing hard cock and she moaned, “Yes,... YES.”

She took a hand from the hood and dragged up her shirt exposing her breasts, bouncing freely now in counterpoint to his thrusts. His cock felt rock solid as it split her and she urged him on using her pussy muscles to clench against him. Riotous daylight fucking, Grant filling her ache with a eager cock - she was made for it and adjusted again to reach between their legs and squeeze his balls before rubbing her clit.

Grant reached up for a breast and she felt him tense for a moment, faltering in his stride. He hauled her against him holding both tits, flexing his knees and keeping her impaled. She understood why when she saw a sedan closing on them.

The man driving was slack-jawed and all she noticed was the open O of his mouth. His companion hadn’t noticed them and when she did, Alexis saw the shock register on the woman’s face as the car went by. She laughed and rubbed harder, feeling a surge of wet as he fucked her. He let go of her breasts and she used a hand to steady her as he grabbed her pony tail with one hand and her hip with the other. “Ahhhhhh... Yes.... Fuck me ...”

 

[dryfter]

She was incredible.

Without question, the hottest brunette he'd ever had the fortune of sinking his cock into slammed her palms against the hood of the car, tossing a saucy look over her shoulder as her ass wiggled gently....not even missing the running shorts as the slid down her svelte body to leave her bare before him. Indeed, instead, she reached up to push her shirt further up her body, leaving her pert breasts dangling tantalizingly within reach.

He didn't even have to command her to part her legs for him. Alexis knew exactly what he wanted, not that he was being subtle about it. As his teasing finally came to an end and he drove himself deep inside her, claiming her as his own once more, he could feel her clamp around him almost instantly as her muscles worked around him with a practiced ease that he'd have to fight if he didn't want to blow right away.

For a second it occured to him that she was doing everything she could to get him to cum.....perhaps his little minx wanted this over before they were seen?

The soft hum of a car engine caused him to falter in the brutal lunging into her heavenly cunt. With a start, he turned to watch an old gentleman pass them by.....slowing down just enough to give him and all the rest in his outdated sedan a real good look. And the look on the face of his wife when she finally stopped yammering long enough to hear Alexis' lusty moaning......was precious.

But not as priceless as the sound of laughter coming from the woman who even now arched and ground against him, milking him....her body begging for his sperm....and the realization of the first fantasy he'd revealed to her.

Alexis wasn't scared......she was dying to please him.....to be everything he'd ever want.

And she was having the time of her life doing it too.

He could feel her hand between their legs, stroking his swelling sack, massaging the full balls inside as if to test how close he was getting before slipping back to strum harshly against her own wet button.

"You can be a dirty little whore....isn't that what you told me during our first little coitus? I'm starting to believe you.....god that feels so good....."

He'd never felt the inside of a woman do just exactly what she was doing right now, each internal muscle clenching and releasing in time to his thrusts, each at a different time.....stimulating him with a near constant and demanding friction.

He hadn't realized he had pulled her even closer to him when the car had drawn near until he caught himself tugging roughly on her nipples....tweaking the hard little nubs until Alexis responded with naughty little squeaks of pain and pleasure.

But he was in control of his mind and actions again now. And the one thing he wanted was to finish this properly.....hard and fast.....an explosion of moisture and sweat.

Reaching for her ponytail, he gave her a rough jerk backwards even as his other hand slid down to press firmly on one hip. Cruel fingers held her like iron as he used her slick tunnel with wild abandon, the racing of breath and pulse signalling the impending to her just as easily as his increase in pace.

She didn't wear any underwear.....Alexis would be sure to carry the signs of his tryst on her clothing for the rest of the day. Perhaps he should have thought of that before he'd started this, but right now the abstract thought seemed almost irrelevant.

"Good....so fucking good.....I'm going to cum, Alexis."

He leaned in further. He'd always liked this part.....naughty little whispers as his climax neared. It was how he'd knocked her up in the first place, that memory alone sending an illicit thrill through his body.

She wouldn't hurt the child. His child. A child that he had put inside of her. She was his.

"You've done well, love. I'll let you decide where you want me to cum.....consider it a reward.....one that I won't always give you, but this time......"

Grant grunted, a long moan on his lips as his loins labored to pull the life from his swollen balls.....a thick mixture that she would be refamiliarizing herself with all too soon.

"God, I love you Alexis......I love the way you look.....the way you fuck....."

Say it. Don't just leave it at that......

She turned suddenly, no doubt looking for a locking of lips, a mirror of their passion as it spiralled out of control.

"I love you.....I love you Alexis.....I love your.....soul......"

It was the best he could do. How else could he encompass this feeling, of how his heart was almost as full as his cock seemed to be.....both needing some sort of release......and both finding it through her.......

 

[Annicka]

It was enough to hear him say at least some of what she'd like to hear... "I love... the way you look, the way you fuck, ......your soul..."

She felt him, his emotion and reluctance. "Fill me up, fill me with your cum.... I want to walk around loaded with your seed... " she groaned out. Her pussy was on fire with need and she massaged his straining balls, begging for his semen, so great was her need.

"Love you, Grantttttttttt..." God, just a bit more and she'd ...

Explode.

Emotional highs and lows.. physical highs and lows... Tension... her love of him, her fear - all of it became part of this act and culminated in her need for release. He’d professed ...love for her and that was enough for now to fling her outward and upward straining back against him with wild abandon.

Her climax began with a wail and vaginal flutters that started deep, her very center trying to pull his orgasm from him. Her obsession was fucking her, loving her and the one responsible for giving this ultimate release. To say that she felt fulfilled in this endless moment would be saying a biscuit is a feast. Fulfilled, completed, centered, satisfied... even proud ... that she was able to make him feel so unrestrained.

Maybe later she’d think about what he meant about loving her soul. In retrospect perhaps it would seem a strange thing to say to a lover. But was she that? A lover?

It didn’t matter as he made her body and mind soar.

One thing she learned with this encounter - sex was much better with feeling behind it and not strictly lust.

She hadn’t loved her previous lover. She’d never loved anything or anyone personally. She loved the Angels and mankind in general... yes.. And there was God. But even as a created being to serve ‘mankind’ and her maker, she’d never felt it... in this way.

 

[dryfter]

Her words were as filthy as her body movements, each designed to take him higher, thrill him closer to where he knew he wanted....needed....to be.

"Fill me up, fill me with your cum.... I want to walk around loaded with your seed... "

And just when it seemed it couldn't get any better. As he was on the edge of something massive....something powerful and demanding......Alexis came around him.....shrill cries filling the morning air as she rippled spasmodically around him. His whole body seemed to jerk in response, recognizing its own time was at hand....

With a shout, he released her ponytail, letting her thrash of her own volition as he lunged forward furiously to bury his full length in his angel's slick, willing cunt....her world already lighting up from its own explosion of pleasure.....his own liquid heat could only add to it, as he came with a rush of molten bliss. How many times now had he done this to her? Flooded her being with his own....staking his claim as few other actions could.

Grant held himself inside of her....gasping for breath as his cock struggled to sputter the last of his seed into her.....the sexy brunette's pussy milking him all too well as she strained to suck in every last drop he had to offer. How much of it she could hold inside her tight little body....a body that had already felt his attention so often these last few days.....remained to be seen. Grant smiled just a little as he imagined what lay ahead of them on their little shopping trip.....and how evidence of their promiscuousness might just be the thing they needed to have a little extra fun.

But how to have that fun and keep his promise. Yes....

This could turn out to be a rather amusing day after all.

 

[Annicka]

She finished shuddering, stretched over the hood of the jeep, metal that was rapidly becoming too hot to touch comfortably. She pushed up off the car until she stood with him, resting against him.

“Incredible.”

And it was. Her body had taken in his cum and still quivered with aftershocks that squeezed him. She was sweating and breathing hard and had no idea if anyone else had happened by. She smiled at the thought and moved to disengage turning until she could look at Grant. The sun was just behind him, haloing his fair head and she smiled.

“How was that for a ‘fucktoy’?”

Without encouragement (she didn’t really need that...) or his asking she bent before him and cleaned his cock of his cum and her fluid with slow ease.

The day had brightened and for the moment they'd left all the questions and turmoil behind them. Their mood had lightened and become more intimate. For the time being anyway.

She even looked forward to the trip and vowed to leave whatever worries she harbored behind.

Alexis grinned up at Grant, letting his cock fall from her mouth.

"Ready?"

She pulled up her shorts and went around to the side of the jeep, adjusting and straightening. Her feet were burnt and uncomfortable but she knew it would pass. She would heal.

Maybe they could be all right. If the sex they'd just had was any indication of how good it was going to get... Alexis felt hope.

She also felt sexy and they'd only begun to scratch the itch of her lust for Grant. He slid in beside her and she smiled at him catching her bottom lip in her teeth as she soaked in his sexuality. She promised she wasn't going to go into the situation today, and she intended to keep to that promise. Today they indulge... tomorrow would be soon enough to think about the other stuff.

She decided she wanted to shop. Such a human experience.

She'd model for Grant and they could keep themselves as charged up and hot for each other as they wished... She could keep his mind on her... If she couldn't? Well, you could he was damned anyway.

 

[dryfter]

“How was that for a ‘fucktoy’?”

Never had Grant been complimented for what had been simple, sweaty, raw sex......only to have his lover descend upon him with renewed diligence seconds later. Alexis gave him a naughty little wink as her tongue worked him over, coaxing him back to full mast once more as she cleaned him thoroughly....without askance or complaint.

"God, you're incredible. Yes....yes....I think we should be going."

Grant struggled for a brief moment with his own pants, his eyes being more attracted to her redressing than his own, not missing the growing patch of moisture between her thighs as the jogging shorts slid back into place.

The rest of the drive went without a hitch, Grant's mind a whirl over what had just happened.....and how easily it had happened. He had half a mind to tell the incredibly sexy brunette beside him to finish what she had started....while he continued to drive. That was another fantasy however, and one should never be in a rush to live them all out at once. The last thing Grant needed right now was to hurry in the chance of boredom.

He knew she was aware of it, the swelling in his slacks that hadn't disappated for a second since their roadside animalistic fucking. More disturbing was the fact that he knew just as acutely how much his lovely little angel would love to take care of that problem she'd created.....hell....she had probably done this to him on purpose.

Darkness battled light once more in his head as erotic thought after another assaulted him, tempted him, enticed him....

Buildings on the horizon appeared far too quickly for his comfort, the lights and glamour of Reno swallowing them both whole mere minutes later. It was a completely different city, toned down for now, now that it was daylight. Still, Grant couldn't help but find himself slightly amused as his sultry companion did her best to take everything in.....well aware of the stares they both were getting as well.

Grant took care to get them off the main road quickly. The stores he was looking for wouldn't be found in a place with so many observers. And yet, he knew it couldn't be helped.....Alexis....no.....anyone....would notice the change of scenery instantly.

It only took a block for the chance to become apparent after turning from the main strip. The next two blocks contained almost exclusively tattoo parlors, liquor stores, and pawn shops....with an occasional gas station to mix things up a little.

Two more blocks and one could see the whores, the unlicensed ones out for themselves, leaning inobtrusively against building walls and signposts, as if they were just other civilians out for an afternoon walk.

Grant made no mention of it, though he truly had no idea if the former angel could yet see their true purpose and intention in being there. Taking another hard right, they turned to see a sprawling one story building....almost warehouse looking in its windowless appearance. Not so much as a sign colored the drab exterior.....

"Well, here we are."

With a soft click, his door opened, a gentle thrill racing through him as he felt solid ground beneath his feet once more. With silent patience, he waited for Alexis to follow before leading them towards the building's lone set of doors. Knocking once, Grant stepped back as a bar slid, allowing the doorman a look at them both through a built in slit.

"Well don't you two look precious."

Highly nasal in pitch, Grant decided almost instantly that if a man were gay, that would be what his voice would sound like. Stereotypical? You bet, but hey....he was just calling em as he saw em....errr....heard em.

"I trust you have the door fee?"

Grant reached for a twenty, lifting it up to the slit where it disappeared instantly.

"That'll get you in sexy. What about her? Is she paying too, or just waiting here for you?"

Dammit. Such an easy screw up to make. With a slight frown, Grant thumbed another bill out of pocket and passed it over.

"Awww....you're so cute when you pout. Come on in."

Despite the tone of voice and obvious male flirting, Grant was nowhere prepared for what greeted him as the large metal doors slid open. The doorkeeper was very nearly naked, his body left bare save for a few leather straps that saved what little modesty he decided to keep for himself. O rings displayed his nipples prominently enough that Grant actually caught himself staring in....what.....horror? He had gotten just a glimpse of the man's codpiece....little more than a cup held into place, and that was all he needed to see.....as well as enough to earn him a sly smile and a sickeningly sweet pose from their host.

"Well now, I didn't think you'd have any eyes for me with something like that on your arm."

Grant swallowed hard. That had been an easy way to kill his arousal. It might take Alexis years to drive that memory from his mind.

"I don't, trust me."

The doorman just gave a saucy jerk of his head towards the sprawling complex behind him.

"You'll find clothing over there in that department. Adult movies are over there, the viewing booths are not that far off if you want to sample and....relieve some pressure. If you're looking for company to help with that, live services can be found in the very back, though it looks to me like you've got that part of your visit covered. Naughty toys are to your right and back three isles, and of course....my favorite section....the BDSM items can be found to your left and down the wall."

A hairy hand perched upon a bare hip with a mockery of coquettishness.

"You'll find we should be able to suit any interest here, no matter how kinky you are. We don't descriminate. Bestiality, incest, toilet play....to name a few. We have movies on it all if that's your cup of tea, chances are we've some depraved and naughty little thing that would love to share your interest if that's what you're looking for too. At any rate....its back to my post for me.....so enjoy and happy shopping lovers. I'm looking forward to seeing you leave, not that you're bad people....just love the view."

Grant breathed a sigh of relief as they finally put some distance between them and their first encounter with this place. It was all he could do at first to notice what all was around them....though he hadn't been so out of it to let them both get too far.

Reaching back into his pocket, Grant pulled out a surprisingly thick wad of twenties and pressing it into Alexis' hand. There was a familiar look in his eye....the same one he always seemed to get when thinking of something particularly wicked......like pulling over for a roadside fuck on a travelled highway.

"Here's the challenge, love. We'll be staying here all week, enjoying the hotels, the shows.....and yes maybe even a little bit of gambling. I'm sure from your stint in heaven, you know what a cesspool of sin this place can be."

He gave her a daring smile, confident in the knowledge that he had Alexis' attention.

"There's plenty of cash there. Its from my last book, so don't worry about where I got it. You have other things to keep yourself concerned about, like how to keep me all to yourself in a city that will want nothing better than to fuck either one of us.....preferably both.....at the same time....."

He chuckled softly.

"Five days, Alexis. Show me just how seductive you can be. You can buy any outfit....any lingerie or costume that you desire.....adopt any attitude or personality. Wigs, make-up, I could give a shit how expensive it is. Enjoy yourself, it should be fun! Toys, porno, whatever you can imagine.....this is the best place to get it."

That wicked gleam once more deep within his eyes.

"This is a test of course. You said no other woman could match your skills. Let's see if you're right. If you fail.....I'm going to find a pretty little thing here in this dirty town.....and I'm going to fuck the shit out of her right in front of you. I'm sure that won't be necessary though.....I have utmost faith in you."

 

[Annicka]

It was a novel experience to be here as a... an... earth dweller. Alexis was familiar with Reno, as she was with Las Vegas and Atlantic City and the gambling mecca's of South America, Orient and Europe. Lots of divine intervention went on in such places. Well, lots of hoping for divine intervention at least.

They drove down a seedy strip and parked.

Her lush lips curved into a slight smile when she saw Grant's reaction to the doorkeep.

Clearly he was 100% heterosexual. She remembered when she massaged his prostrate - Grant was definitely not used to his asshole being anything but what God intended.

In this place, she listened with half an ear at the directions the apparition gave.

Then Grant informed her they'd be staying here a week and pressed a wad of cash in her palm and set the challenge, ..."This is a test of course. You said no other woman could match your skills. Let's see if you're right. If you fail.....I'm going to find a pretty little thing here in this dirty town.....and I'm going to fuck the shit out of her right in front of you. I'm sure that won't be necessary though.....I have utmost faith in you."

Alexis licked lips that were already moist and nodded with a sultry smile. Just the two of them. If she kept him occupied she could keep him from fucking and corrupting someone else. So she would do her best.

And her best was pretty damn good.

First... class or trash? Mixture of both? She let out the lusty fallen angel and began to look. She had been worried about footwear? She laughed - you could come in this place naked she figured...

But she did want a pair of shoes... When she found the footwear she picked the most wicked she could get... 5 inch heels with an open back.

She lifted a leg to a bench to try them on - and watched Grant as he watched her. A salesgirl with various facial piercings came forward to offer assistance.

A slight bit of cum was dripping down her leg and she was sure to catch Grant's eye as she used a finger to bring it to her mouth and suck it off. She heard the salesgirl's sharp intake of breath, "I don't need help, thank you," Alexis shooed the girl away with a grin at Grant.

She walked back and forth in the red shoes and thought they made her legs look quite nice.

These, then.. she picked a few more pair and checked out.

Next department - clothing.

"Are you going to follow me or can I shop and surprise you?"

At his nod she handed Grant the shoes except for the red ones she kept to wear now. He turned and left her.

Miniskirts, halters, bustiers, corsets, bras, thongs, jumpers, jeans, shirts, blouses... silk, satin, latex, leather... seethru, obvious, demure... she bought everything she could think of to grab any mood that may strike them. Evening wear, plunging neck lines, bareback.. slit skirts.

She changed into a miniskirt and halter that went with her favorite red heels and sent everything else out to the front for pickup.

Toy department - Alexis took a moment looking over the items... Clamps, chains, restraints, blindfolds... whips, dildos, butt-plugs... electrical toys... some she had no idea how they were used, but she bought them anyway.

Movies? Handfuls of every type. BDSM, groupsex, hardcore, softporn... She did draw the line at ... toilet play. No need going overboard - anyway that was distasteful to her on so many levels.

The costumes? Her nose wrinkled up at the devil and angel costume prominently displayed - she thought she had enough outfits... although she did grab a few more latex pieces...

Jewelry. She looked with interest at the diamond studs. She noticed a bored clerk behind the counter and spoke with him briefly before being led to a chair with stirrups that was off to the side. They deliberated and Alex pulled up her skirt and hoisted her heels into the stirrups.

Grant wanted kinky and nasty?

She'd drawn a crowd in the little piercing annex and the operator seeing the crowd started at her ears, then nipples, then clithood. Each gasp from her earned an equal reaction from the onlookers. She listened with half an ear at the healing time instructions.. They simply weren't pertinent for her. She’d be healed by the time they left the store.

So she bought studs, chains, earrings...

Wigs. Short, long, red, blond, curly, straight, black.

Lotions, oils, edibles.

She bought Grant some items she thought he’d like... he didn’t have to use them after all - but all claimed to enhance ‘his’ pleasure. Cockrings, ball huggers a couple of vibes designed for ‘him’..

She sent these items up front and found another kiosk... She had her body waxed and her hair piled in a beautifully messy profusion off her shoulders.

Amazing what you could find in a place like this.

She’d spent thousands.

As she walked up to the front of the store to find Grant she was acutely aware of the little ball of the piercing that brushed her clit with every step. Not to mention the tit rings that kept her nipples erect and showed quite clearly through the silk of her white halter. Christ, she was hot.

As in almost every shop and store and restaurant in Reno, near the front was a tired looking bank of slots. She looked it over and with a smile fed one a twenty.

Grant found her laughing with glee as the machine rang with her win.

At least she recouped a couple of thousand for him.

 

[dryfter]

At least one of them was having fun.

For now at least, he was finally being left alone. This place was everything he'd been told and more, no doubt thanks to his new "gifts". It seemed that no matter where he turned, he was being tempted...his promise to Alexis oh so easy to break. Doubly so when he stumbled across the "live" section of the store....several of the whores more than willing to take him on.....some even for free.

Yet when he trusted his better judgement and fled that area, it was only to be paraded around some of the finer aisles by a sexy little slip of a blonde who had made it all too clear that if he asked....she was definately for sale as well. Extricating himself from her company had proven to be a little trickier, especially when part of him of course wanted to see just how far she'd go with her flirting. He'd half a mind to see how she reacted to him starting to pull her clothes off right there in the aisle....any protests quickly muffled by a quick tongueing.

And now, with his pants around his ankles, nearly an hour later....Grant was finally finding some small measure of solitude in the restroom, despite the almost fist size hole to his right with the words INSERT COCK HERE written in bold marker. All it took was the image of the doorman being on the other side of that hole to drive any temptation of gloryhole satisfaction away. Yeah, Alexis would probably never know.....but neither would he.

Instead, he took his frustrations into his own hands. How many had he turned away for her today? This was hell, he was sure of it. And yet, some measure of him rejoiced in his control....his iron will and ability to keep a promise. A soft groan filled the tiny stall as his thick meat slid deftly between his fingers.

"You going to tease me with that, big guy? I've been waiting for something like you to walk in here. You're not one of those limp dicked old men, that's for sure."

Grant jumped suddenly, instantly attracted to the sultry honey laced throughout the undertones of that sugary feminine voice. He wasn't sure exactly when he'd risen to his feet again, only that he leaned forward to peer through the smallish hole......finding it completely blocked off.....nothing visible save for what had to be a taut, pink nipple.

"Uh uh....no peeking. You know better, don't you?"

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This was fun.

Andromeda had amused herself greatly in the last hour. The pretty little fallen's cute little squeaks and coos of startled pain as she got her body piercings stirred the deepest pangs of lust within her own tight looking frame. Without batting an eye, the succubus let a lone hand slip down over her perfect stomach to cross the threshold of her nether mound, fingers wasting no time teasing, plunging instead into her moist sex.

A soft moan rippled through the air.....though she was careful to use her own powers to make sure it didn't drift to far. Sure, she was a bitch....and one in constant heat....but she hadn't come here to feed.

This time.

"Such a naughty little cunt you are, Alexis of the Inner Sanctum. Now that you've started to let go of the light and embrace that darker side......I bet you're really enjoying yourself."

Full, lush lips spread in a heartstopping smile. The words were far too soft to be heard by anyone not practically on top of her. She had been contracted to do a job.....and from the looks of it.....this was going to be the best time on Earth she'd had in a loooooong time.

Dammit all to hell though.....why'd you have to go and make me so fucking horny?

A hand raised, dripping with her own juices even as a delightfully pink tongue emerged to sample her own flavor with an appreciative hum.

Not like I'm ever NOT horny.

While Andromeda was appreciating the piercing show, it had finally come to an end.....as it had it seemed with her other fancy....this one of her own creation. The poor little blonde salesgirl wasn't going to get laid today after all.....despite all that sexy lingerie......and the allure of a tight little nineteen year old body. What a pity.

A thin eyebrow cocked skyward as the demoness watched her secondary prey scamper towards apparent safety. A sign labeled MEN swinging open at his touch, the sound of the lock turning apparent in her ear even from this distance.

Just how safe do you think you are in there, Grant? Thinking of your sexy little fallen toy are you?

And yet as she neared the two bathrooms, easily sliding into the women's room adjoining, she became much more attuned to the waves of lust that had drawn her to him......

So you liked my little present, did you? Poor little girl, too bad she didn't realize just how little of a push you needed to bone her skinny little ass. Mmmm.....Lasheigh too, huh.....ahhh....there's our little fallen girl......such a typical man......you loved cumming in such fertile flesh......just as much as you loved kicking that bitchy little redhead out of your house again afterward.

She could hear his blood pulsing from where she sat....not from his heart either....but from the meaty cock he had pulled from his jeans to stroke feverishly. Again, that decidedly tingly ache centering right in the apex of her thighs.

Get ahold of yourself, love. You fuck him and you'll destroy him. And then won't you be up shit crick? Pitiful mortal....probably isn't even a good fuck anyway.....done in two minutes just like the rest of them."

And yet when she spoke, Andromeda was pleased to see him respond. Grinning, she leaned forward just enough to press a perfect breast over the gloryhole, denying him. In his current state, just looking at her would probably be enough to send him over the edge.

And she could really....really....go for some hot cum right now.

"Give it to me, love. You know you want to feel my hot lips wrapped around it. I promise to not stop until I've enjoyed every sexy little drop of cum you have to offer me....."

She pulled back just in time.....as his delightfully enhanced manhood plunged eagerly through the barrier between them, her lips splitting just as fast to swallow him whole.

She was right about one thing. No mortal could hope to stand long against her skills.....and there were none better than her. As her tonsils soaked in the salty taste of a much needed cum blast, Andromeda smiled wickedly, humming her approval into the tortured organ....

She was only here to watch.....for now. Watch and learn. For now, all she was permitted to do was watch as Grant slipped somewhat unsteadily from the men's room, pausing for a long moment to try and regain his composure. The human was completely aware he'd been "sampled", the taste of his vibrant spirit still lingering on her taste buds. Again, Andromeda had to remind herself that he was forbidden......

Yet she was sure she could find a few ways to have fun. Reaching out, she masked his aura....obscuring their little tryst from her eyes. She'd find out soon enough what lay in store for them.

 

[Annicka]

She showed Grant the machine and couldn't read the expression on his face. Funny, he was kind of closed to her.

Even so, it didn't stop a flash of heat from her newly pierced crotch to her newly pierced nipples. Still panty free, she felt her new wet reactivate Grant's cum inside and she could almost taste it. The seediness of this place worked on so many salacious levels, if he wanted to fuck right now, here in front of the machines, she would, with her legs up, back and ass plastered on the machine.

As they waited for an attendant to clear the machine, she moved until she stood in front of Grant and pressed her body against his, rubbing herself, her tits and belly against his chest and groin.

"I've got a surprise for you..." she pulled his head down to whisper against his ear. "I hope you like it." Christ, her pussy was nearly humming with heat.

Their doorkeep-cum-cashier wasn't thrilled with her win. He knew those slots were rigged, he could flip a switch and loosen them for reluctant buyers or people he wanted to coddle up to, and it irked him that Alexis made one pay out.

He pushed the money across the counter with a less than cordial smile and Alexis caught his eye. In an instant she knew how it was with him, reading his aura and mind easily - here was one freak that reveled in his corruption.

Faster than one could see Alexis snaked her hand under the glass and grabbed his wrist. She leaned toward the little holes in the plexiglass and spoke in a low voice, "Next time you figure on sticking your slimy cock in an underage asshole, it will be burnt off." She blasted him with just a taste of her wrath and he staggered back with a cry.

Low life bastard... He got fucked by old guys and fucked young ones. Alexis couldn't abide that. He managed to dampen her lust. Much like he had tamped it out for Grant when they'd arrived.

Alexis followed Grant out to the car, if he'd noticed the exchange she had with the doorkeep, he didn't mention it.

Grant seemed strangely quiet so Alexis let him be and started daydreaming of sucking him, fucking him and cumming against him. Soon her legs were splayed open in the seat and she had a hand up her diminutive skirt, stroking her pussy as he drove.

 

[dryfter]

It was amazing how tired he felt from just one little orgasm. Or perhaps it was the rigorous roadside fucking that he had partaken in earlier. Either way, Grant was almost ashamed as he acknowledged Alexis' impressive winnings with a close to impassive nod.

Reality came closing in just as suddenly as she did however, Grant nowhere near prepared for a suddenly lascivious shift in her behavior as she strode towards him confidently to rub her full and sexy length up and down his chiseled frame.

"I've got a surprise for you..."

Tender hands circled his head....pulling him closer to her own height.

"I hope you like it."

And yet a soft flash of guilt raced through his blood. Just seconds ago, he was fucking the face of a complete stranger. Why was this so goddamn difficult? It certainly had nothing to do with her. Fuck, Alexis wouldn't deny him anything....even encouraged a rough fuck from time to time. And since she'd been so willing earlier, Grant didn't have a doubt in his mind that she'd fuck him right now if he commanded her to......and with a smile on her face no less. And yet, from the heat he felt coming off of her as she ground against him, it wouldn't be much longer before things progressed without a command......

And then the attendant showed, the mousy looking brunette frowning softly as she handed her much lovelier counterpart a win ticket. He was close enough to indulge in Alexis' natural scent wafting graciously towards him, noting with pleasure her new hairstyle.....making her look more wild, untamable.

To anyone but him.

He didn't miss the exchange as the ticket turned into cold hard cash. Nor did he miss the look of shock an alarm on the doorkeep's face as he tasted just a bare fraction of the fallen angel's power. It was more than enough to ensure that they both left in good haste and without further trouble.

And yet, the ease of it all had him worried. She had read the man's life so easily....and punished him for his transgressions a heartbeat later. So why then wasn't she speaking about what he himself had done just minutes before? Surely Alexis wasn't about to condone him just because it was a blowjob? It was confusing.

And so silence prevailed on their trip into the city. That is....until a soft and feminine moaning began in the passenger seat. A single glance told him all he needed to know, mentally checking over the softly carressing fingers dipping beneath her deliciously short skirt. While her halter top had left little to the imagination as to just what kind of surprise she had for him, his cock ached and throbbed inside of his own pants as he contemplated just how far she had gone with her sudden desire for body piercings.

It only got harder from there as they pulled into a parking ramp, Grant smiling at the gawking youth all too willing to take his keys. At least the little bastard had more brains than to stand in between them and their hotel room.....

"I've a surprise for you too. And I know you're going to like it."

Soft and breathy, he knew she heard him just fine....though the receptionist couldn't possibly have. Grant wondered if he'd ever get used to people's faces as they just stared at the two of them. And yet, how could he possibly dress to match the attention setting nipple rings of his consort as they strained against such tight clothing?

 

[Annicka]

When the door of the room closed behind them, Alexis turned and took Grant's hand leading him from the somewhat garishly gilt Louis XVI sitting room to the bedroom of the suite.

Reno in some ways more than rivaled Las Vegas in questionable taste. But it was perfect in some ways. Mirrors strategically placed to reflect the occupants of the huge canopied bed. Silk and satin bedding and drapes. Heavily covered windows. Even a massive flat screen and surround system.

All to fuel fantasies. No doubt to stoke the libido of aging high rollers or foreign sorts that want a unique experience, or hell, anyone with enough cash to spend at the tables.

Alexis led Grant to a chair and straddled him offering a silk clad ringed nipple near his mouth and arching when he mouthed her, making her shirt wet with his saliva. Ripples of heat went to her crotch and she pushed down on him, feeling his erection.

“If you’ll arrange for your purchases to be brought up...? I’ll get a bath and we can play...”

He still felt distant or closed to her and she pulled away to look at him. “Is that ok?” His eyes gave no secrets away and at his nod she left him, heading into the huge bath.

Black and more gilt highlighted this room, a big oval sunken tub, complete with jets and sprayers. She turned on the taps and paused, looking at herself in one of the many mirrors.

Her nipple showed plainly through the wet of her shirt and the skirt barely covered her ass. She looked a slut, albeit a higher class of slut than the average street walker. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of the skirt and shirt and stepped into a hot bath.

She gave Grant enough time to get their stuff on its way up and wrapped herself in a lush white robe, so thoughtfully placed by the hotel. She emptied and refilled the tub and smiled. It would be lovely sharing it with Grant, but maybe later.

She figured he had enough time and came out to find him hanging up the phone.

“Your bath is ready.” She hoped he’d not mind. “Take a long one, Grant... I’d like to show you one of my surprises...” Her pussy was getting wet at the thought.

She was looking forward to his surprise too.

 

[dryfter]

This was getting interesting.

How could he not respond, a hard nipple thrust into his mouth as Alexis arched against his tongue. It only took a preemptive flick to confirm what he'd already known.....she's actually gotten pierced there......

The fact that she had him pinned down and straddled wasn't lost on him either as his lovely angel dipped low to grind herself against his already eager cock, moisture dampening the fabric of his slacks.

“If you’ll arrange for your purchases to be brought up...? I’ll get a bath and we can play...is that ok?”

Of course it was. Hell, he'd play with her all fucking night long if given even half a chance.....or....at least until exhaustion engulfed them both. The fact that she was still so willing still confused the fuck out of him, mostly because she still seemed unknowing or perhaps uncaring of his earlier indiscretion.

The minutes dragged on as Grant tried to find something worth doing in her absence. In the end, he settled for inspecting the accommodations they'd been given. Ridiculously lavish, he only hoped this little sebatacle would be worth all the money he'd spent. Though from the actions of Alexis earlier.....it most certainly would be worth every damn nickel.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as inquisitive eyes and fingers stumbled across a cleverly camoflaged mini-bar. The small fridge opening to reveal ice, shaker, chilled glasses....and a menagerie of wines and alcohol.

Retrieving a medium sized tumbler, a few cubes of ice and a generous amount of bourbon later helped make Grant a lot more comfortable within these new surroundings. A good thing too....as the alcohol might very well have prevented his heart from skipping a beat as Alexis emerged from the bath, wrapped in nothing but a towel.

He didn't even try to avert his eyes....admiring the damp skin, the occasional drop of water that splashed its pale surface, an abrupt end to its shivering descent down those matted raven locks. And yet, when enough had gathered, a tiny quicksilver trail flowed like silvered lightning across the shoulder and downward to score the warm swell of one breast with its shimmering wake.

He had just hung up the phone too....having already dealt with the bellhop, Grant had felt that perhaps a little roomservice might be in order. The blonde grinned, hoping that the side dish of strawberries and cream would delight his naughty little companion. In truth, he was hungry....neither of them having eaten much all day. The real meal of filet mignon, smothered with sauteed onions and portobello mushrooms would suffice. The usual gourmet potatoes and vegetables were there as a compliment.....like either of them would notice.

“Your bath is ready. Take a long one, Grant... I’d like to show you one of my surprises...”

Grant gave her a genuinely pleased smile, raising arms and shirt over his head as he moved towards the bathroom. The room was already steamy and warm from her bath.....a completely relaxing atmosphere for him.

"I hope you can be patient, love. Your present won't be arriving until tomorrow morning. I had to special order it you see.....though its amazing how much time is cut from an order if you're willing to pay a little extra."

He turned and gave her a wicked grin over his shoulder....noting how she continued to watch him even as his pants....then boxers.....slid to the floor. The heated water did nothing to calm his erection as he sank into its welcoming depths with a satisfied groan.

"Don't you worry though, my little Alexis. I'm sure you're going to love it."

 

[Annicka]

Alexis answered the door and directed a duo of leering bellboys with a luggage trolley into the suite.

“Pile them on the bed,” she nodded toward the bedroom.

She found Grant's wallet and took out some cash to tip them. Still in her robe, she was more than aware of their regard and it didn't bother her in the least, nor did they tempt her. The stiffening of their cocks in response to her attire and their mistaken assumption that she was there by the hour didn't faze her a bit, her mind was consumed with Grant. The tall one regained enough professionalism to inquire as to whether she'd like a maid to unpack, which she declined. She smiled as she thought it would be amusing to watch a maid open some of the packages.

She hung up her clothes, and stored her lingerie and other personal items and was left with a pile of toys. She piled them on the table except for ...one and Grant could pick what he wanted, if indeed, he wanted any of it.

She picked red satin. The corset pressed her bosom together and presented a huge depth of cleavage. It narrowed her waist more than it already was, making her ass more pronounced. Matching thigh highs and panties, high heels completed her attire and she turned to makeup. A novelty she'd of course never used. A quick run of eyeliner, mascara and lipstick to match her lingerie and she was almost ready for him. Her hair was still arrayed in the careless upsweep she'd decided suited her.

Alexis had bought a silk dressing gown in a variated jewel tones and slipped into it. She closed the drapes against the late afternoon sun and lit just two lamps. One by the chair she and Grant sat in earlier and one by the huge bed. She found the thermostat and turned it down and started the gas fire.

She was having a wonderful time. And really had no idea if he would like any of it.

Face it, she thought, you've never used ...props to seduce. Until now.

A knock interrupted her survey of the room. She hurried to the door of the suite and opened it to find a waiter and food trolley. It seemed Grant was hungry.

To tell the truth, so was she, but it was hard to tell with all the other ...hunger she was feeling. Her belly fluttered with want and need. The anticipation itself was a giddy feeling she relished. It made her eyes more bright and her intensely aware of her nipples, now ringed in gold and her newly adorned clit. If Grant didn't like any of her recent adornments, she'd take them off and not even a scar would remain.

But tonight was for their lust. His fantasies.

She'd zoned for a moment and finally became aware of the patient waiter, perhaps made more patient because of the scenery she presented. She nodded toward the balcony and he set up there - far above the lights of the strip.

Food first... then play. Alexis smiled, certain she could seduce him... well. She wanted more than that but tonight – no, for their stay in Reno, she'd table those thoughts unless something came up... they had time.

Grant found her by the balcony, a warm desert breeze flirting with the silk of her wrap.